My Pet

Eyes engage and peronality attracts but I attach a lot of importance to romance.I so miss the whiff of a cool breeze in a hot summer day,,the scent of a single rose in a vast empty field,,the sound of a voice chirping in my ear..but like my grandma used to tell me

Que sera sera

Whatever will be will be

The future's not ours to see


Why do I miss her a bit that much

Her wits her smile and her touch

A thousand bodies I've met

But only she I want to get

On her tracks    I am set

So I have her in my net

And  then   she is my only pet

The End

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